What exactly was he laughing at? I mean, do I look like the kind of person who knows about this stuff? Because I don’t. I have absolutely no idea.
After letting Phillipe get it all out, Bradley stepped up, “I usually take the pictures, because the old guys have no idea what they’re doing. So, today we’ll just see what you got. Just get undressed and all that first.”
I spun to face Phillipe and Mr. Sackit, “Out. Both of you. You’ll see the pictures, but you’re really old and it’s weird. So out.”
Phillipe rolled his eyes, grabbed Mr. Sackit’s arm and pulled him out of the room muttering something about, “High maintenance.”
Bradley rolled back on his heels, “I can turn around if you want…”
I shook my head, “Erm, no it’s fine.” I slid my clothes off, suddenly incredibly self conscious.
“Ok, what now?” I asked.
“Haha, don’t worry I’ll help you. You’re handling this surprisingly well actually.” Bradley answered, his eyes raking over me. I shuddered. This was so stupid…but I couldn’t force myself to regret it.